My son is 10,which is wonderful.
He has autism,
which can be difficult.
He's also a huge [BLEEP].
Some people don't like it
when I call my 10-year-olddisabled child an [BLEEP].
To which I always respond,
If you only use 30 words,
and your three favorite
are "more, pancakes, beyotch..."
Actually,that's pretty cool.
I didn't know how to describeraising a child with autism
till I went to a festivalrecently.
Then it became clear.
To me, taking care of this childis like taking care
of your very best friend
after they've doneway too many 'shrooms...
while you yourself
are on a moderate amountof 'shrooms.
I'm not confident aboutall the decisions I'm making.
But I know you should notbe eating a mouse pad right now.